Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Mandrill,
Ronnie Foster,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Laurel Aitken,
Smog,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Underground Resistance,
Jerry's Kids,
Basic Channel,
The Neon Judgement,
Nirvana,
Mark Hollis,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
The Names,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy Collins,
The Pop Group,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
E-Dancer,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.